Bevin and Mike... at speed and on the rocks. (Photo credit, Barry Cox)

The Canada Cup Race at Hardwood Hill, just north of Barrie, features what racers best described as an “old-school” cross country race course, featuring challenging climb, fast flowing single track and enough technical challenges to keep you on your toes.

Racers had to contend with one of the hottest days of the year so far. Things got so hot that the afternoon's Expert Races were shortened to 3 laps.

Despite the challenges, the LapDogs put in an impressive set of results with several well-deserved podiums.

Cristos was two for two, with his second, 2nd Place in the Canada Cup series. (Photo credit, Barry Cox)

This January I decided to return to doing a few mountain bike races after a 9-year hiatus. Anyone who raced with me in 2008/2009 knows two things about me: 1) I’m more of a slow and steady kind of rider, and 2) any race that I show up for will likely have questionable weather. I believe I lived up to my reputation this past weekend at H2i. As race day neared, the weather forecast became progressively more disastrous. But really, how bad could it be?

Even with freezing rain in the forecast, I planned on doing the race. Rule #9 of cycling states, “If you are out riding in bad weather, it means you are badass. Period.” I’m not sure I was channelling my inner badass, but I couldn’t pass up the chance to take my new Cannondale Scalpel-Si out on its maiden voyage. Over the years, I’ve seen many debates about tire choice on the Lapdogs Facebook page. I’m no tire expert, but there was really nothing for me to consider since the only 27.5” tires I own came with the bike!

The night before the race, the laps were reduced from 25km to 17km because of conditions. The day of, driving to and from the race was a bit of a marathon itself. As we approached Mansfield, there was more snow than ice, but the snow was the consistency of large sugar granules. A total of 89 racers with questionable judgment also braved the drive to show up at the start line for either the marathon (2 laps) or half marathon (1 lap) race.

My race plan had always been to take a slow and steady approach. When I started my warmup I quickly realized that slow was really the only way I could keep control of the bike. I purposely started the race at the back of the bunch, with some distance in between me and the rider ahead of me, so I could see my line. This tactic paid off as I had to stay in a tire track to prevent my wheels from sliding out from under me. The double track was covered in this sugar granule snow but was mostly squishy underneath with puddles or leaves. The tracks I followed zigzagged all over the place- there were no direct lines from point A to point B!

Fortunately, the single track was way easier to manoeuvre through. The main challenge, however, was climbing. Traction was a big issue for me and based on the number of footprints on the ascents, it was for the people ahead of me too. Once I got back on the bike at the top of the climbs, I wrestled with clipping back in as my cleats were full of snow and mud. The log-overs and roots were icy but manageable if you could hit them at a 90-degree angle. There was mud and puddles on low sections of the course that were surprisingly easy to move through relative to the snow. The most fun was descending. The full suspension of my awesome new bike made relatively quick work of the descents.

As the race progressed, the conditions seemed to get worse, or maybe I was just getting tired. There were times where I thought I had a flat back tire but the terrain was just that squishy. I passed a few people in the beginning of the race and eventually reeled in another woman on a fat bike. Otherwise, I was on my own. When the serenity of listening to the snow granules bounce off my helmet started to get old and I seemed to be spending more time off the bike than on it, some of the full marathon leaders began passing me. One of the riders was very encouraging and told me I was almost at the end. I realized he was telling the truth when I saw a car on the driveway to the finish line. From there, I just kept my bike upright and rode across the finish line to a hot bowl of chili!

Congratulations to the LapDogs who braved the conditions.

Well done to Jenn for her 2nd place and Matt for his 3rd place. A nice start to the MTB season.

As the track season starts to wind down I just want to congratulate everyone who participated. This past weekend was Track Provincials and I think we've made some great progress with more coming next year.

This year I said that many of you were ready to race and I think I've been proven right.

Antonia - I had tears in my eyes as she came over top of the Canadian National Champ in a match sprint. Antonia crushed it this weekend and is poised to be a dominant rider on the track. A couple silver medals should make all you LapDogs proud.

Tim - You should have seen the look on Tim's face as he sat on top of the leaderboard, heat after heat for the Master C/D 500m time trial. Tim went out of the gate like a rocket and was less than 1 second out of 2nd place. You never know you're a sprinter unless you try something like this.

Robin - He's an old hand on the track. He's got loads of great advice. Truly a credit to this club. This weekend I saw a spark in his eye during his flying 200 and team pursuit that was really inspiring.

Bevin, Tim, Chris, Ian - These guys did our club proud during the team pursuit. They dropped 11 seconds off the time set last year and rode a really good race. Their time was quite competitive. A few track regulars commented to me just how good they looked on the track and commented about how the LapDogs look much stronger this year. Wait till they see us next year.

Kathleen - Did a team pursuit this year and actually said she had so much fun she'll do more events next year. The bronze medal might have helped. Next year we'll have an LDCC team that's even faster.

I also hit my goals and left it all out there.

Also Kudos to others like Jeff L and Dean who can be found regularly on the track. They're good folks to get some inspiration.

There's still a couple NCIM nights left if you are race certified, including one this weekend. A great chance to get some experience before diving in next year.

It might surprise you but the LDCC has the most potential of any club in Ontario when it comes to the track. I feel we could put up 3 competitive team pursuit teams. I think we can win the womens team sprint. We can be the most fun, and most surprising club out there.

Dan B, Cranwell, Lise, Cassandra, Adlen, Marcus, Jon, Jason, I could go on and on. There's lots of fast folks who I know would excel on the track.

Track racing will make you a better mountain biker, better roadie, and better CX rider. It's also super social and super fun, so I look forward to seeing you out there next year.

Our Last LDCC track session is coming up on March 11 at 7PM. I will be structuring it to be as hard as I can make 1.5 hours be. It'll look something like the following.

Oggie and Bevin... at one of the few stretches of the course with no rocks.

The closest place to mountain bike raw Canadian Shield trails is the Buckwallow Cycling Centre in Muskoka. The 5th event on the Ontario Cup MTB race series calendar returned to this fantastic set of trails outside of Gravenhurst on July 9th and the LapDogs were well represented. Beyond the race team there were many enthusiastic club members that took advantage of the dedicated skills session subsidized by the LapDogs Cycling Club during the pre-ride the day before. It’s a 2h trek from Toronto but well worth it for terrain that is unique to this part of the world. Big rocks, lots of roots, rough doubletrack and chains of singletrack corners all encourage riders to anticipate what’s coming next to avoid getting caught out. It takes a lot of power and core strength to do well here.

A very challenging day of racing for the LapDogs MTB Team, and a great collection of results.

We are very proud of two of our intrepid veteran club members, Jouko Haapanen and Ian Ptolemy who this year decided to venture to the dusty dirt roads of far away Kansas to participate in the Dirty Kanza 200.

Not for the faint of heart, this gravel race covers 200 miles or rolling Kansas terrain.

To help give a true perspective on what its like to experience such an adventure, here is a full overview taken from Jouko's post event blog...

Packing for the trip with Bruno. The Team, Robin, Jouko, Ian and Joanne arrives in Kansas.

In Jouko's words...

The human memory is a wonderful thing. Given enough time, one will remember all the positive moments, the epic events and personal victories one has encountered. I even think that somewhere in the back of the cranium there is a bit that embellishes the historical events to make them even more glorious than they may have actually been. If that is even possible on the official SI unit scale of glory. Even more significant is the fact that your memory will turn dark moments of pain and discomfort into some sort of internal badges of heroism.

Therefore January 14, 2017 8AM Central Time was a momentously important moment in my 2017 cycling calendar. I had to go scratch that Dirty Kanza itch again. It wasn’t just because I wanted to (hopefully) experience the Flint Hills with less mud than 2015, or because I wanted to improve my result. I wanted to go back to that dark cave of suffering, those moments that inevitably occur at some point during a race that lasts well north of ten hours. I wanted another internal hero badge. I had mentally committed to the 2017 race much earlier, and by the middle of January, my training was already well under way.

So, there we were, at the start of our 17-hour drive to Emporia, Kansas. The VW Touareg was loaded up with the three of us (Robin, Bruno and me), two Cannondale Slates, a rooftop box full of our stuff and our spirits full of hope and excitement. We had similar feelings of hope and excitement two years prior, when we made our very fist trip to the Dirty Kanza, but on that first occasion, we also shared some feelings of nervousness and anxiety of the unknown. This time, we know what I was getting myself into and my training had gone 99% to plan for the winter and spring.

For the 2017 running of the DK200, I had one of my LapDogs Cycling Club teammates, Ian Ptolemy, join me in the madness. We had spent some time training together in the spring, and we both felt pretty well ready with our fitness, our Cannondale Slates, and our support team. I’m going to give a bit of the unfolding story away right now. Our prettier halves Robin and Joanne would ace the day as our support crew, taking care of the needs middle-aged men in lycra, their bikes and their nutrition for the whole day. They would deserve any and all of the credit Ian or I might receive if the day were to finish well…

Robin, Bruno and I, Ian and Joanne had rented a house just two blocks from the start. We had arrived in Emporia on the Monday, giving us four full days of hanging out and relaxing before the race. It was a great week, watching the city slowly come alive as the race day grew nearer, relaxing, eating, even having the odd beer or two. I do think this was the most alcohol-free week of 2017, as I wanted to enjoy good quality sleep during this week. The good pattern of length/quality of the sleep was somewhat interrupted by our evening at the historic Granada Theatre on Thursday evening. Theatre you say? Yes, the cultural highlights were provided in three distinct acts; Flat Duo Jets, Agent Orange and Reverend Horton Heat. Most awesome, although crawling to bed pas midnight was not ideal. Oh well, I don’t thik this would have an impact on the financial payout the race on Saturday were to provide me. We were in Emporia to have fun and ride our bikes. We had fun. The riding part was to follow on Saturday.

Friday morning we headed out to the GU Stroopwafel ride. This was a relaxed group ride organized by the everyman’s DK200 hero, Yuri Hauswald. Yuri’s victory at the 2015 mudfest has permantly affixed him in the heroes of cycling column in my book, I wasn’t going to miss a ride he was organizing. The ride was relaxed and meandered about the outskirts of Emporia, never leaving a paved surface. Easy peasy! After the ride, back to the house to start final preparations for the effort that was awaiting us on Saturday morning.

From dust to mud and water... over 200 miles, one will encounter a bit of everything.

I felt great as the race started. It was as if my mind took the beginning of the race as the culmination of the training and wanted me to celebrate this occasion. I think that part of my mind was a bit premature in celebrating. Having said that, the start was pleasant. The pace was reasonable until the neutral start vehicle pulled away at the start of the gravel just outside of Emporia. At that time, the pace picked up noticeably. I felt comfortable pushing the pace a bit, wanting to stay in the main group as long as I could. As we approached the 20-mile mark, the leaders started pulling away from the main pack, but the pace remained high in the main group. The Slate was working flawlessly, the weather was fantastic. I’m sure birds were even singing. Then, pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft…I look around wondering whose tire that might be, and my 180-degree glance is no more than half done when I feel the back tire getting squishy.

So much for the singing birds. I wave a quick goodbye to my teammate Ian, and pull off to have a look. The rest of the main group steams by at 20 mph, like a herd of bison on the grassland prairie. I see the 3-5mm cut in the sidewall of my Schwalbe G-One tire, sealant oozing out and do my best to see if the sealant will do its magic. Shake wheel, pump in some air, shake again, pump again, put the bike down and test. Or some other sequence of these actions – it’s all a bit hazy as some of these actions in hopes of sealing the cut may have been done during a short temper tantrum. No such luck, as soon as I try to increase the pressure, the air starts escaping again. Off comes the wheel, in goes a tube. Remain calm. Quick fill from CO2, wheel back on and get back on the bike. Nine minutes. Nine minutes is an eternity in the early part of the race when the large groups are still together. As I pedal away, I manage to find a positive state of mind, telling myself that there are almost 190 miles left to make up time. I get in the drops of my Easton AC70 AX bars, put my head down and start working. I bridge gaps between riders and small groups, taking small breaks every now and then before going for the next gap. This clawing back continued for the next 90 minutes/45km as I try to make the most of leg 1 before pulling into Madison for the first aid station. Sadly, I had made up positions, but my pace had not been any faster than that of those that I had originally been racing with. I arrived In Madison to be greeted by Robin and Joanne, with my team-mate Ian already long gone to leg 2.

If one were to spend hours analyzing the data on the Strava Fly-by Analysis page, one could conclude that recovering from being nine minutes behind was tricky at best once working mostly alone. In fact, all I had managed to do was keep pace with the group that I had been riding with, arriving in Madison close to 10 minutes behind. Once in Madison, I received two full bottles and a full Camelbak, all filled with GU Roctane. These replaced the three bottles I had started with, now approximately half empty. The leg had been cool and relatively fast, nor had I felt hungry as I had not touched any of my GU gels or chews. Robin helped me change the rear wheel to a spare (actually off of Robin’s Slate) so I could resume the journey with two tubeless tires and full of hope. With the extra fussing involving the wheels swap, the stop took nearly 10 minutes. Yeah, we aren’t at F1 levels of efficiency yet.

I pedalled off to leg two, knowing that I could really use a few other riders who were looking to make up a bit of time. Nada. Nothing. That’s what I found for the first half of this leg. This was continued payback for failing to remain in the faster groups at mile 20. At least my mental game was improved. I had made it to aid 1 with my tubed rear tire and now rolling tuneless was full of confidence and was determined to just keep on pedalling at a pace I felt I could sustain for the next ummm….ten hours or so.

In 2015, on our first trip to Emporia, I had an objective of finishing before sunset. This just seemed like an appropriate objective for one’s first DK200. The conditions caused me to miss that objective, finishing in 15:10:45, good for 63rd overall and 10th in my age category. Naturally, for our return, I had trained smarter and harder, I knew what to expect (I really thought I did) and I had retired the beloved Ridley X-Fire in favour of a Cannondale Slate CX1. It had worked for Ted King, so it must work for me (it did, and my body thanked me for it).

After the flat at mile 20, it had taken me the rest of leg one to really calm down. I hadn’t suffered a single flat in 2015, it seemed cruel and unusual punishment to have suffered on so early. But I now on leg 2, I was content to keep working away at gaps and by the second half of leg 2, I seemed to have found some pace again. I had reached the first checkpoint in Madison 15 minutes behind the leader 20th in my category. By the end of leg 2, as arrived in Eureka, the gap was 25 minutes and I was 11th in my category. And, I was starting to feel good. It was also my first sighting of Ian since that sidewall puncture at mile 20, as was rolling out of our aid station about the same time as I arrived.The stop at aid 2 was relatively quick. Replace Camelbak and two bottles with fees Roctane, and replenish my first food I’d eaten – one package of GU chews, and one GU gel. Not a big eater. Back out and feeling I can make some hay. As leg 3 got under way, the day was getting noticeably warmer. Now worries, I can deal with heat. I remember heat from the summer of 2016. I think.

Spring of 2017 was a cold one in Ontario. Back in 2015, I recall doing much of my later DK training, in May, in hot weather, easily around 30C. This year, I hadn’t done an outdoor training ride without a vest, cold hands and toes, and the odd unscheduled stop at a coffee shop or gas station to warm up my hands in the bathroom hand dryer. But heat is heat – if you’ve dealt with it once, you’ve experienced it and know how to deal with it. Or not.

I pushed on thorough the leg, hoping to make up some more ground by the time I would get to Madison. I was enjoying the roads and the terrain, my speed was good, but I was hot. Hot, but managing the heat and watching my hydration both for sufficient drinking and for managing the reserves. Then, around mile 125….pffft-pffft-pffft.

How is possible? Again? I stopped in the bottom of a set of fast rollers, looked at the sealant oozing out of the sidewall and once again, attempted to shake and wiggle the wheel (still attached to the bike) to see if it would seal. It would seal momentarily, but as soon as I put the bike on the ground and applied either pressure with the pump or my weight on the bike, the leak would open up. Time for a tube. As I fussed with the tire, stationary, the ambient heat became much more noticeable, and I had to keep hydrating as I fixed the tire. Suddenly I was feeling a bit off, body was full of chills, and I sat down to work the tire repair. Tire on, filled with (my last) CO2, and roll away. Not feeling great. I’m sure I’ll feel better soon. Wait, what’s that sound?

I don’t quit races. I don’t even think about quitting races. I don’t necessarily place well, but if I’ve started something, I’ll finish it. But suddenly, I found myself only a few scant metres from where I had just fixed a flat, with another flat. Demoralized, I watched riders go by at high speed as they descended one roller to carry speed to the next climb. I decided I would never race my bicycle after this day. In fact, I may just not ride a bicycle again. I had reached that point.

I had one more tube left. What if that tube blows? Why had this tube failed? Had I missed something embedded in the tire? Back to sitting in the sun, working on a tire, getting hot, and drinking away at my Roctane. For the first time, I found myself thinking about quitting. Whatever time I may had clawed back since the flat on leg 1, was once again gone. And more. I spent nearly 20 minutes with this double tire debacle, in my heat fatigued state, not working smart or efficient, before I was rolling again. The body was shivering with chills, and only the remoteness of that part of the race course and the distance remaining to aid 3 kept me from quitting. I rode gingerly towards aid 3. How does one ride “gingerly” in the Flint Hills? I don’t know, but I could not suffer any more tire troubles before Madison, for I had no more tubes.

After a few minutes had passed and I was again more focused on my race than the drama of tires and goosebumps, I started doing the math on the distance and time remaining before aid 3 in Madison. Suddenly, I was concerned about my Roctane reserves. I had consumed much more than expected, and keeping the Camelbak hose in my mouth as I worked on those tires had clearly been a bad idea. From the tire debacle around mile 125 to around mile 145, I was feeling somewhat confident of my supply situation. I even ate a package of GU chews as I pedalled in the afternoon heat, continuously doing mental arithmetic.

Although I was (by some strange miracle) accepted into, and even graduated from an engineering program, math was never my strong suit. I probably should have started endurance racing at a much earlier age, for all those hours on the bike seem to get eaten up by doing mental arithmetic. There are many variables at play; elapsed time, time of day, current speed, average speed, total distance, distance from last aid, distance to next aid, volume of fluid reservoirs, volume consumed, volume left until next aid, and so on. Add to that the excitement of unit conversions – how many mL are in fluid ounce, what exactly is 42 miles * 1.6309 miles/km? Is that a lot or a little? Did I carry the three? Repeat the calculation to confirm.

With about 20 miles left in leg three, the longest by distance and by time, I had confirmed through multiple equations, that my fluid supply was running really low. In fact, I know my 1.5L Camelbak was as dry as the desert where Camels come from, one of my bottles was completely empty, and the second bottle may have had about 20% of its 26 fluid ounces (or is it 750mL, which isn’t actually the same at all!) left. The remaining Roctane, aptly of the Tropical Punch kind, sloshed around the bottom, as if it was teasing me to just gulp it down. At this time, I had caught up to Garth Prosser, who was not having a great day either. We commiserated about our depleting fluid reserves, and by the time there were ten miles left in leg 3, we were both running alarmingly low.

Ten miles seems like such a short distance. Seriously, 16.309km is just a hop away, who needs to drink? We did. After nearly eleven hours of racing at a good clip, some of it at what my Finnish-Canadian body would refer to as high heat, constant topping up of the system required. I started thinking about asking other racers for fluid assistance, but alas, there weren’t a whole lot of others around us. We kept pedaling, taking turns pulling at what had suddenly become a diminishing pace, barely averaging over 20km/h in these miles of thirst.

Suddenly, as we descended a hill on Township Road 232 towards a t-intersection with Township Road 213 (I had no idea of the names, had to look up on Strava), we saw a rancher and his family, camped out at the intersection with a cooler of water. It was the closest thing to Christmas I had seen since Christmas. We stopped, happy, relieved and thankful, had a quick drink and refilled one bottle for the remaining six miles to aid 3. Our spirits were lifted and we pressed on.

Arriving at aid 3, I beelined for the chair, for the first time. I was no longer concerned about my time, or my placing, I needed to cool down and re-hydrate for the last leg. I was now just over an hour behind the leader in my category, and dropped down to 17th position. My team-mate Ian was still at the aid station, it was clear he was feeling the effects of the heat as well, but he rolled on as I sat down for my well-deserved rest. I wanted to go into those last 50 miles feeling good (relatively speaking) and enjoy the feeling of nearing the end of a long, memorable day on the bike. Robin stuffed the back of my jersey with a pantyhose full of ice, and covered my now un-helmeted head with ice-cold towels. I drank some water, ate some watermelon, and collected my psyche in preparation of getting on the bike. Robin offered to replace my rear wheel with my now newly-tubeless-tire-equipped wheel that had been pulled at aid one. I declined, after taking a little while processing the decision in my head. With only 50 miles to go, I no longer wanted to fuss with the bike, I just wanted to pedal to Emporia.

I had spent ten minutes at aid 3 cooling down, and although it was much longer a stop than I had hoped to stop for, but I had needed some cooling assistance. It was now past 5pm, and the radiant heat from the big ball of fire in the sky was diminishing. The temperature remained high, but I no longer felt like I was stuck in an oven under the broiler. I rolled out, feeling like a new man. It is hard to explain how much better I felt after hydrating, ice packs, cold towels and now, a full Camelbak and two bottles full of Roctane on board. I did much math and confirmed that I should be able to finish somewhere around 13.5 hours or less, assuming no more troubles with tires or other hiccups. I worked mostly alone for the first 20 miles of this last leg, making up some ground in my refreshed state. I hoped to be caught by a faster group to work with, but I couldn’t wait to see if it was going to materialize. Around the half-way point of the leg, a group caught up to me, and I latched on. My speed picked up a bit now that I was working in a group, and I managed to get a little rest. With only about 25 miles to go, my mood was positive and I no longer worried about my bad luck with tires throughout the day, nor was the heat of just a few hours ago much more than just a fading memory. The mind had flipped over to victory mode.

Everyone who toes the start line at the Dirty Kanza is a winner in my book. Just to commit to the effort and roll out of Emporia at 6am makes you a winner. Beyond that, the day is full of little victories of minor battles (and sometimes, little defeats), but once the end is near enough that one can sense it, the impending sense of victory in the war is palpable. For most of the racers out there, it isn’t about podiums and hardware, but it is about testing your body and your mind to its limits, about chasing those demons off your shoulder when they are egging you to quit. Dirty Kanza racers don’t come to Emporia to quit. Sometimes, stuff happens and one is left with a DNF, but no one starts the day with the thought of quitting, if the going gets tough.

As we approached Emporia, the course took some turns away from the city, but knowing the course length of 206 miles, I kept focused on that. I counted down the miles, converted them to kilometres, though about how far that would be at home “hey, that’s just like riding from home to work – just a commute left!”. This from the guy who has commuted to work on his bike maybe five times in the last five years. As we entered the last three or four miles and the road became permanently paved, I quietly started to believe that I would have no more tire trouble on that day.

Thirteen hours, fifteen minutes after rolling across the start line, I was back on Commercial Street, now eyeing the course lined by cones and spectators. I put in my best effort of a sprint finish and crossed the line, to be greeted by Lelan Dains and Jim Cummins. This the Dirty Kanza – the race directors congratulate all finishers at the line, whether your personal victory happens 11 hours or 21 hours (there has to be some cut-off!) into the race. It really is a special event.

Once I had my finishers pint glass, 200 mile sticker, and race the sun badge in hand, I hobbled out of the finish corral to find Robin for some special hugs and kisses. She was the woman behind the man. She had committed to my training over the winter and spring as much as I had. She had engaged our coach, Peter Glassford, to formulate a training plan for me as a birthday present back in November and she had taken care of the household chores and hiked with Bruno, when I was in the basement on the stationary trainer, or outdoors putting in spring miles. Even our winter/spring bike traveling vacations became all about my training plans. Robin really deserved the finishers swag as much as I did.

My finish time was almost two hours faster than my 2015 effort in the mud. This time, the challenges had been different. I was very happy with my effort, I had left everything out there, gone to my dark cave on leg 3 and climbed out of it for the last leg. That is how it should be. My placing wasn’t what I had hoped it might be, but the DK200 isn’t really about placings for 90%+ of the people. It’s about going out there, leaving it all out there and, hopefully, coming out of there to cross the finish line in Emporia 200 miles later. Or 206 miles later.

Done... and a well deserved beverage (or two).

So, there it was, in the books, my return to the DK200. Done and dusted. No need to do that again. Nothing to prove to myself. Time to rest.

It was maybe the next day, as we sat around our beers at Mulready’s pub, when Robin indicated that she just may have some small desire to add the DK200 to her list of completed races. I even learned a new acronym, FOMO. I don’t think she is afflicted by FOMO, but having competed with me and on her own in so many events and now having supported me for two DK200 events, I think it may be time for her to add this to her bucket list of personal victories. Maybe we could race together, like that well-oiled (but not well-trained) machine that we took to Breck Epic in 2014? I even joked of a tandem, but even I think that is far from any reality. I’m hazardous enough to myself on my bike, there is no need to risk your loved one’s health.

A final thank you to the DK200 organizers, the wonderful people of the City of Emporia, all of the race participants and their supporters and our good friend and coach, Peter Glassford www.smartathlete.ca for keeping me motivated and accountable – I kept turning the pedals!

Now, it’s time to commit some time to being a productive part of the household. Apparently there are tasks that do not involve bicycles that need to be completed on a regular basis. Wink.

Cheers to an amazing effort and for making the entire LapDogs Cycling Club proud of the effort.

Appendix 1: For those still with me, or keeping score on what it takes to fuel a middle aged dude for 13 hours of racing, here is the super-secret nutrition formula which did not let me down with approximate moving times for each leg, with nutrition summary:

As one of the LapDogs who also likes to swim and run, we thought it best that this race report be in the words of Lise Munsie who recently participated at the Milton Triathlon.

In her words...

"Although the natural territory of the LapDogs is unmistakenly on two-wheels, the odd stray pup can be found in the multi-sport arena. This weekend I competed in the Milton Triathlon proudly repping the LapDogs! A solid swim and run led to an age group win and overall top 10 finish, but chasing the LapDogs around downtown toronto on my bike all year is what clinched it with an amazing bike split! All the Sleepy Puppy laps led to a PR up 6th line in Milton during the race. Don't be afraid to get wet or throw on the running shoes! Just make sure there is always a bike ride included before or after those other activities!"

June 3rd saw Race 3 of the Substance Projects, which took The Pack to Northumberland Forest where over 60km of buttery-smooth singletrack beckoned. Conditions were perfect and the course was lightning-fast, meaning that participants had to be on their game to keep the rubber side down. Fortunately, a number of LDCC’s race team have been working in the woodshed on their mountainbike skills with Smart Athlete’s Peter Glassford and were up to the challenge. The result? The Team took home a big pile of podium hardware.

The ResultsHalf-Marathon (33km)

Shawn Hill: 6th, 20-34 men

Barry Cox: 15th, 35-49 men

Paul Potvin: 1st, Clydesdale men

Chris MacFarlane: 3rd, Clydesdale men

Jason Ma: 7th, Fatbike

Mike Chalovich: 12th, Master men

Tom Beck: 3rd, Singlespeed

Marathon (66km)

Lenka Branichova: 2nd, 35+ women

Andrea Bowker: 3rd, 35+ women

Adil Qureshi: a valiant and heroic effort on a 40lb singlespeed! Chapeau!!

Paul and Chris, pull in some richly deserved hardware. Lenka, ever smiling after a hard fought battle for 6th in the Women's MTB 70k Marathon.

Substance Projects’ second race in the Marathon race series took place at Ganaraska Forest Centre on May 21, 2017. A large contingent of the LapDogs Cycling Club / Race Team was on hand to enjoy kilometre after kilometre of buttery-smooth singletrack, fast, wide-open downhills and lung-busting climbs. Several trips to the podium ensued. Particular congratulations to Paul “The Hammer” Potvin, who took home some podium hardware (and prize beer) despite it being his first season of cross-country mountainbike racing. In other news, Barry Cox is currently eating a lot of pizza and ice-cream so he can gain 20lb and duke it out with Paul in the Clydesdale category.

The Epic 8 attracts an amazing collection of riders... from local characters and weekend warriors to Pro Cycling Royalty. On the left, Barry Cox, and on the far right, Emily Batty and Mark Brusso.

Saturday May 13th 2017 saw the return of an annual mountainbiking tradition. The Spring Epic 8 Hour Relay at Mansfield Outdoor Centre. This event was sold out and saw over 300 teams of 2, 3 and 4 riders, as well as a number of masochistic solo riders, see how many laps they could put in on a 10km course between 10am and 6pm. As #EmpoweredbyGears was one of the marquee sponsors, The Pack was out in force, having a great time and putting the hurt on the competition.

Oggie picks up a bit of bling. Shelly, Darcie and Lenka... all smiles after a great day on the bike.

Results“Nucking Futs” (Oggie Sokolovic, James Irwin, Guy Leclair, Linnley Clarke)1st!!! – 4-person Team Open – combined age 200 and over

Several LapDogs launch themselves at the start of the 70k P2A. With 50+ LDCC members in attendance, the "Dogs were by far the most represented club and this year's event.

The Paris to Ancaster truly is Ontario’s “Spring Classic” bicycle race. Over 2,000 riders typically come out to test their early season fitness on a grueling course consisting of either 70km or 40km (depending on how masochistic one is) of gravel back roads, farm lanes, rail trail and lots and lots of mud. The 2017 P2A was a particularly tough incarnation of this race, thanks to unseasonably cold temperatures and a strong headwind for most of the course.

The LapDogs Cycling Club and Race Team was not deterred by the weather, and was out in force, with an unprecedented 50+ members lining up on the start line to take on this early season challenge. A large number of the LDCC contingent were riding this race for the first time. You can bet it won’t be the last!

Always a favourite, this race is run on an old car racing circuit which features a very wide surface smooth surface. Ideal for bicycle racing with just about every race ending in an exciting field sprint.

This season, we had a small enthusiastic group on LapDogs participating, including several rookies.

Mark Brusso begins the 2017 season exactly where he left off last season... on the top of the podium.

As the mountainbike race season starts to get into full swing, the LapDogs Cycling Club and Race Team was in attendance at the first Ontario Cup series race, held at Woodnewton, near Uxbridge, Ontario. Racers were treated to buttery-smooth singletrack and a great day of racing, and the LDCC definitely made their mark on things with some great early-season results, including three trips to the podium.

Robin and Jouko, proudly flying the colours south of the boarder in Vermont. A most successful day, despite Robin loosing a rear derailleur with 2k of go in the race.

Robin Kay and Jouko Haapanen, our LDCC's First Couple of Gravel, traveled to Vermont to participate in the infamous Rasputitsa. Historically an gruelling, cold, wet and muddy fair. This year's race was no exception.

In Robin’s words…

2017 Rasputitsa Spring Classic in the books. Lots of rain. Lots of mud. Lots of suffering. Pretty much a perfect day! Until someone fell on my bike and snapped off my derailleur. Luckily only ~2k from the finish. Ran it in no problem. Good for a 2nd place finish in my age category. Jouko had a fantastic race finishing in 2h 27min giving him a 8th place finishing in his category.

The Homage to Ice, put on by Substance Projects on Saturday April 15, is the kick-off for the mountainbike race season. Substance Projects is known (and loved) for putting on races over long, challenging courses with a low-key, grassroots feel. At this year’s event, racers were subjected to true early season conditions including mud, rain and more mud. Several of the LapDogs Cycling Club and Race Team were up to the challenge:

The Spring Classics: Paris-Roubaix, Fleche-Wallone, Tour de Flanders. Hard one-day races held in the early pro cycling season, often run in adverse conditions, over challenging terrain. Ontario has its “spring classic” races too, and the Steaming Nostril / Runny Nose has become a fixture in the Ontario early season calendar. These races, 65km and 40km in distance respectively, are run on the gravel roads in Mennonite country around St. Jacobs. Racers were treated to a challenging course which included strong headwinds, rolling terrain, beautiful scenery and some deep, deep mud. The LapDogs Cycling Club and Race Team were out in force for an epic day in the saddle, and were a force to be reckoned with in all categories.

Today's race report is from LDCC Track Racer, Rob MacEwen, who had very successful day on the track. In his words...

Jeff Lucyk and I were the two Lapdogs representing the team at Track O-Cup #2. This is an all day event at the velodrome with multiple races per category, including the Keiren and Endurance events.

While it's a long day there's plenty of camaraderie amongst the teams and plenty of exciting racing to watch.

Jeff and I participated in the endurance events in the Cat 3 group. The endurance races are ability based for both men and women with three events, the scratch race, elimination race, and points race.

The M3 scratch race was a hard steady effort with just a few riders trying to go clear. It's just a 10 minute race at 45km/hour so you try to spend as much time as possible drafting. The racing is quite tight at times, but since the course is perfectly predictable, so is the racing. Most of the time anyway. The race finished in a mad dash for the line. A top speed of 59 km/hour got me 7th and Jeff finished a very solid 13th in his first track race ever!.

Rob and Jeff, representing and flying the LDCC colours.

The Elimination is a strategic race with the last rider across the line every two laps being pulled. I was very lucky to follow the right wheels and keep my wits about me and managed to survive and survive again by nipping people at the line. In the end, I tried to get the jump on my opponent but he came around me to take the win. Jeff finished 11th.

The Points race results aren't available right now (at time of this publication).

Hopefully we'll see more Lapdogs out to enjoy the very friendly atmosphere and fun racing. Bring the family to cheer you on and work on that top end speed. Races are short and sweet and you don't need to be a skinny climber to do well.

Some of the LDCC Pack braving the cold and snow to ring in the New Year.

Cyclocross in December? In the snow? Sure, why not! The New Years’ Eve Cyclocross has become a tradition for the past 8 years and always promises, er, challenging conditions. Although warm out, racers were treated to soft, slushy snow which was a real slog to pedal through, a couple of ramps in the course to launch off, and a “choose your own adventure” maze with three possible ways through. Your Lapdogs Cycling Club Race Team was out, and had a strong showing both on the course and at the pub after the race.

Race 1

Markus “Chien Chaud” Schroeter, 7th place

Steve “Zebra Slayer” Hart, 17th place

Barry “Slain Zebra” Cox, 21st place

Tim Anema, 28th place

Lise Muncie, 40th place

Kathleen MacEwen, 41st place

Race 2

Sean Poulter, 8th place

Markus Schroeter, 9th place

Steve Hart, 18th place

On behalf of the entire LDCC Club and Team, we wish you all a very Happy New Year. We're very excited about the coming season of Racing with the Pack.

Cross in the Park is a long-standing fixture in the ‘Cross racing calendar in Upstate New York. The folks at Campus Bicycle Works put on a top-notch race replete with mud, technical climbs and twists, a really nasty runup, hecklers, bacon hand-ups and more mud. The Lapdogs Cycling Club put together a small but determined border raiding party and put their mark on the event. A few brave souls even raced twice – once in the masters’ race in the morning and again in the open category race in the afternoon.